"Inflated Wound"

What prevented you from receiving,
Your precious reply?
They stopped altogether;
What to imply?

Honesty is all you want.
Lies are all you’ll get.
Forget them; they’re cretins!
Little soul, do not fret.

Never mind,
How pathetic this is!
Of course they ignore you!
They aced the quiz.

Tell paper your secrets,
For you are certainly doomed.
There are no bandages,
For your inflated wound.